My last class was interesting and productive with many memorable students.  There was the veteran of the Iraq War, a passionate writer and the first to turn in his paper each week.  He is going on to study writing at an Ivy League College.  There was the pretty Honduran who wrote a hilarious paper about the young Hispanic men who flirt with her trying to guess her ethnicity: Mexican?  Cuban?  Puerto Rican? She listed their sketchy evidence delightfully.

A shy young man who had visited Japan was so prfoundly affected by the differences in our cultures, he wrote each week of the many aspects of his trip.  A Spanish matron, a new immigrant, wrote with care and great  precision in her newly learned second language and when she read aloud she was a model of dignity commanding respect and attention.  These were just a few of the many writers worth encouragement.

So in February, I  shall be glad to put this hat on once more.